from I.P. address 188.8.131.52. If anyone knows this dude, please give him a bouquet of dead flowers from me. Thanks!
I was planning to vote for Obama, but now that Michael Moore has endorsed him, I'm going to have to vote for McCain. *shakes fist*
I am getting grumpier and grumpier in my old age. I used to think stupid people were funny. Now I collect their idiocies and brood over them, allowing my annoyance to blossom out of control.
Example: a woman and her brood who came out of the theater whining that it was too dark to find seats. It's a movie, moron! It's supposed to be dark! Next time why don't you buy your tickets before the film starts!?! It amazes me how many customers show up 30 minutes after the advertised show time and are shocked that they've missed some of the movie. Get. A. Clue.
Another annoyance is people who don't understand basic English. I'm not talking about immigrants; I mean supposed native-born American-speaker types who listen to our recording stating that the movie they want to see plays daily at 1, 4, 7 and 9:45 and then call to ask what time it plays on Saturday. Saturday is a day. How can they not get that? Did we say "weekdays?" No. Daily. As in every day. Grrrr.
Even the employees are catching it. I was threading a movie and one of the clerks came upstairs to ask me if she should get out some more kids' combo boxes. How many were left? I asked her. "Three." Hmmm....there were 30 when we opened a half hour earlier, and now there are three. Hmm...that's a tough one. Grrrrrrrr.
I wish I had one of those tee shirts that say "I see stupid people." I'm make it my uniform...
I can't decide if this is more annoying than it is stupid or more stupid than it is annoying.
"...no one should have to have contact with people whose views they find hurtful."
So emotional pain is now a benchmark for commercial transactions? What if the customers aren't wearing their opinions on their tee shirts? Does that mean I get to quiz them about their beliefs before I decide whether or not to sell them tickets or concessions?
"Excuse me, what's your stance on abortion? Really? No popcorn for you!"
What happens if, say, I disagree with one of my employees on whether a particular customer's views are hurtful? Do I get to quiz them on their "views" and fire the ones who don't find the same things "hurtful" that I do?
"So, Tammy, you would be willing to sell Goobers to someone who admits to voting for Kerry? I'm afraid you can't work here anymore..."
And what about this whole "contact" thing? Does another car's offensive bumper sticker fall into that category when I am forced to wait behind their vehicle in a traffic jam? Since I can't refuse to sell them anything, what is my recourse here? A can of black spray paint?
"No, your honor, it wasn't vandalism...I found the view expressed to be hurtful and I shouldn't have to have contact with it..."
There seems to be a plethora of folks who, having been granted a license to drive by the great state of Indiana, have decided that parking their vehicle is the last bastion of creativity left on the planet.
They park wherever they freaking want to.
My cashiers used to politely point out to ticket-purchasers that the exact center of the lot, the area other cars need to actually drive, was probably not a good choice, and it would be better for everyone involved if they were to find somewhere marked by those handy painted lines called "parking spaces."
When the amount of verbal abuse the kids were taking began to exceed the allotment recommended for the $5.50 an hour they were earning, we desisted further attempts at constraining the chaos.
But it ticks me off. And I have plotted revenge.
I am considering having bumper stickers proclaiming
I iz a moronprinted up, and slapping them on the bumpers of the cars, trucks and minivans that regularly intrude into the allotted driving lanes of our lot.
The employees, while sympathetic, think that's "harsh."
So maybe I need subtle.
I had a thought...but it got lonely and died...
Got any better ones?
It's still June and already I'm burned out by "the grind." Last night I went postal on one of my employees who wanted to switch shifts. Hellllllo! Child Labor Laws! The guy you want to cover for you can't legally work 7 days a week! And to get him a different day off would mean making someone else work a double, which is also a headache because of the mandatory break "window" which never aligns with the showtimes and downtime windows. Grrr....
Fortunately, I managed not to kill anyone, but it was a close thing.
Freaking teenagers are more trouble than they're worth, especially when half their families pick the same week for the family vacation. They all whined when I hired new clerks for the summer, because that would mean fewer hours for them.
Let me tell you, cupcake--when I only have TWO employees who are even in town on a given day, I definitely need more employees. If that means you have fewer work hours when it's finally convenient for you to work, I think we can set the blame for that firmly on the shoulders of the ones who scampered off to Florida (or Colorado or Alabama) for ten days... (Oh! That was YOU, huh?)
What sucks big juicy ones is that the only two over-18-year-olds I have also have full-time day jobs, so the ones I could schedule doubles (with breaks that fall into the downtimes) can't work them!
Point: DO NOT become a retail manager when you grow up, especially if your work force is drawn largely from the ipod-wearing, text-messaging-addicted, not old-enough-to-vote-yet crowd. Seriously. Prying your eyes out with a dull spork and applying for disability is a better career choice. Plus, you get a tax break for being blind, so it's a win-win situation.
I think it's time for my meds.
My goodness, I just got my first spam comment in... months? Years?
Interestingly, it followed shortly upon a comment that made little sense:
IP Address: 184.108.40.206
Name: Bill Compton
Email Address: firstname.lastname@example.org
Hi Jim. Photos i received. Thanks
It looks like I should have deleted that one immediately, rather than assume it was just some poor old geezer who was confused by this interweb thingy...
All your spam are belong to us!
Have I mentioned lately that I hate people? It occurred to me the other day that it's my parents' fault. They were both intelligent people who provided me with intelligent siblings, a good education, and an environment that cocooned me from the rampant stupidity of the Average Joe. Even at my advanced age (er, 23, yeah, that's the ticket) I still am not accustomed to encountering morons. Each time I do, it's like a fresh betrayal.
Granted, everyone has moments of gargantuan obtuseness. Just because I can't name all the working parts of a combustion engine does not mean I am dumb, merely that I have never had the inclination to learn them. Just because a patron asks me to rewind a movie because he missed some of it when it brain-wrapped* doesn't mean that he is a complete idiot--only that he thinks of a theatrical film as a kind of gigantic DVD that can be fast forwarded, rewound, and contrast-adjusted (no, the projectionist cannot make the picture brighter, less yellow or turn on closed-captioning, but thanks for asking! I have nothing better to do than explain cinematography to the occasional customer...).
Ignorance is one thing; stupidity is something else altogether. My classic example is the woman who towed her crying child out of Eddie Murphy's Haunted Mansion complaining "I didn't know there would be ghosts in it!" That woman was stupid. She may also have been ignorant (having never learned the definition of the word "haunted"), but taking your child to a movie you know nothing about is still stupid.
My annoyance with people's stupidity has moved past the point of aggravation to pure loathing. It has also expanded from hatred of stupid people to hatred of people who might be stupid. When you call the theater and leave me a long and rambling message and ask for information, and then leave your phone number as an afterthought so that it gets cut off after the first three digits, are you ignorant of the fact that most answering machines have a time limit, or are you just stupid??????? When you come out of your 9:30pm movie at 11:35 pm wanting a refill on your popcorn and are outraged that the concessions counter staff went home an hour earlier, are you merely ignorant of the concept of normal business hours, or are just stupid?????!!!!! When you bring your four-year old to see an animated feature on 50¢ day and are shocked--shocked, I tell you!--that you are expected to pay for two tickets, are you ignorant, or just STUPID??!????!?????
And when the price of popcorn doubles because Congress has increased the federal minimum wage...oh, wait--that's a different rant...
* I thought I had explained a brain wrap before, but can't seem to find the reference, so, in short, a 35mm film's playing speed is partially controlled by a mechanical device in the center of the platter called a "brain." Sometimes a malfunction causes the film to wrap tightly around the brain until it pulls tight enough to prevent the film paying out any more, and whatever frame is stuck in front of the 2000 watt xenon bulb when the whole thing seizes up just melts. Yes, a brain wrap is a Bad Thing.
I went to McDonald's drive-through for a salad on my way to work yesterday, and someone had stolen their Ronald McDonald House donation box!
What is wrong with people? Isn't it bad enough that people steal posters, and straw dispensers and salt shakers from the Dollar Movies? Do they have to steal from charity, too?
I blame FDR....
Well, I worked 11 hours and 58 minutes yesterday, so I'm going to just veg out today, since tomorrow is going to be another evil day. I would have gotten off work a little sooner, but unclaimed children were waiting for a ride at 11:20pm.
What is wrong with people?????
I know I'm preaching to the choir, but the "news" really ticks me off. Not so long ago I read online that the earth's temperature hasn't gone up in a decade--essentially saying that global warming is a crock. (I wish I had links to the evidence, but I don't--I forget where I read it). Today, my news home page has an ABC story stating, as if it were a proved fact, that "man-made global warming" is causing not only more hurricanes, but stronger ones (Category 6!). They used that term--"man-made global warming"-- FOUR times in their scare article.
The funny thing is.... well, compare for yourselves:
But because of man-made global warming, most hurricane scientists say now we will probably be getting Category 4 and 5 hurricanes more frequently in the coming decades.A few paragraphs later...
In May 2005, NOAA predicted the summer Atlantic would see 12 to 15 named tropical storms. There were 28. It predicted seven to nine storms would become hurricanes, with winds of at least 74 mph. Fifteen did. It predicted three to five of the hurricanes would be "major," with winds of at least 111 mph. Seven were, and six of them came ashore in the United States.
So they tell us that "several scientists" predict that hurricanes are going to get worse (due entirely to man-made global warming), then point out what poor handicappers the scientists are, before wrapping up with
...it seems reasonable to expect that the frequency of storms we have already seen with sustained winds over 175 or 180 mph may indeed creep up as the globe keeps warming.
I really think that some of these "journalists" would be better off in Hollywood following their true calling--writing horror movie scripts--because at least that would be an honest admission that all they really want to do is scare people...
Work is very frustrating. My boss has given me a turnip and told me he wants two pints of blood out of it by Thursday. The owner had wanted three pints, but my boss eventually was able to persuade the owner that turnips don't actually produce blood, so asking for three pints was unreasonable...
I have a new author to add to the list of Leftist Wackos I Won't be Reading Any More: T.J. MacGregor.
She joins Marcia Muller for a paragraph out of nowhere in the novel Category Five. Granted, there's a lot of government-conspiracy-to-hide-the-true-death -and-destruction-from-hurricane-Andrew in the book (apparently
hundreds thousands of bodies were spirited away by the government in Burger King trucks), but it was the left-field tirade against the war in Iraq that was used to exemplify the evilness of one of the book's "bad guys" that outraged me. To wit:
...Dillard's corruption was the human face of American Imperialism. He'd been cut from the same cloth as the people who had invaded a sovereign nation for greed and profit, who claimed to know nothing of torture in Iraqi prisons, who waged a religious war against Muslim counties that might last as long as the Crusades, and who had plunged the country into a debt so massive that Annie's grandchildren would still be paying it off. Dillard, a lifer bureaucrat, symbolized the greedy, beating heart of darkness that had infected the country since the theft of the 2000 election.
A little judiciuos editing could have fixed it right up--
...Dillard's corruption was the human face of Socialism and Fascist Imperialism. He'd been cut from the same cloth as Sadaam Hussein, who had invaded a sovereign nation for greed and profit and who claimed to know nothing of torture in Iraqi prisons, Wahhabists who waged a religious war against non-Muslim counties that might last as long as the Crusades, and Tax-and-Spend Democrats who had plunged the country into a debt so massive that Annie's grandchildren would still be paying it off by perpetuating the socialism instituted under FDR and expanded under LBJ. Dillard, a lifer bureaucrat, symbolized the greedy, beating heart of darkness that had infected the country since the theft of the 1960 election.
I feel better now....
I guess I should have kissed a stranger or worn red underwear or eaten ham hocks and sauerkraut on New Year's Day, because the year is starting off crappy already!
Yesterday at work the owner stopped in for a surprise visit. His philosophy of management is "Always find three things wrong." Seriously. He's told my boss that. I was already having a bad day because one of my Assistant Managers is a hairs-breadth from getting his ass fired, and the newly hired cleaner no called/no showed her first day (which means starting all over again because she had been the only half-way decent candidate I interviewed). After the owner had sowed confusion, hysteria and chaos and went on his merry way to terrorize the next theater in his chain, the platter for projector 2 started shooting sparks and tripped the breaker. The repairman can't make it until Wednesday, so we can't show two of our movies until then. I haven't been so glad to have a day off since my last one!
Silly me. I had a dozen Alliance aps to "approve" (meaning, I check the blog for our logo and a fake Evil Glenn quote, and then add them to three blogrolls). Three--only 3!--got admitted! The other 75% either didn't have the prerequisites, or neglected to supply a URL, or the URL they gave wasn't valid, or some other ridiculous thing that I've blocked out...
I'm off to Icewind Dale to hack monsters to bits....
There has been a sad lack of bloggy goodness around here lately. I have been extremely grumpy and short-tempered, and it's not the customers this time, it's the employees. That, and the fact that my paycheck bounced. Have you ever had that happen? You go to check your bank balance and instead of enough to buy a pack of smokes you find your account in the negative numbers? And not just -$1.27 or something. Minus several hundred? Minus more than the current paycheck you just got which is obviously not worth the paper it's printed on? Yes, they're going to make good on it--but that's not the point. The point is I had to go the entire weekend without a penny to my name, and only a credit card between me and vagrancy charges. To say I have been a little stressed would be putting it mildly. One of my cashiers gave her notice after I went off on her, even though I apologized later. And she wasn't even the one I was annoyed with! One of the newbies is far whinier than an interview could ever reveal, and after using all my self-restraint not killing her just to get a few seconds of peace and quiet, I blew up with the next employee to get my goat. It's enough to drive a body to drink!
I need to watch White Christmas or something. I love Danny Kaye, and maybe it'll help get my Christmas Spirit back....
Having recently discovered and thoroughly enjoyed Matthew Reilly's novels, I was delighted when UPS brought my copy of 7 Deadly Wonders--I set aside the book I was already reading to dive in.
It's good--the action is as non-stop and implausible as any of the Scarecrow stories, and the hero, Jack West, Jr., is somebody I enjoyed rooting for. It's about time that Australia got a cool action hero (Crocodile Dundee aside).
The problem, however, is that I was really, really, really disturbed by Jack West's enemies, the bad guys of the book: the Catholic Church and The United States of America. See, it wasn't that the bad guy happened to be a clergyman (like Cardinal Richelieu) or happened to be an American (like Al Capone). The entire institution of the Catholic Church and the entire nation of America were painted as irredeemably evil, without conscience, mercy or compassion. So while I could suspend disbelief long enough to grudgingly forgive the absurd notion that a single man could escape an underground fortress in an abandoned WWII submarine--which he piloted by himself--for the sake of the story, I had a hard time not throwing the book across the room in disgust a couple of times at the way the United States was depicted. Even the Nazis were portrayed in a better light!
I know there is a lot of anti-American sentiment in the world, especially in places like the Middle East, Europe, and California, but I was upset and saddened to find it has spread to Australia, too. The worst part is, my willingness to buy a future book of Reilly's has been seriously undermined by this latest effort of his. That's unfortunate, because--despite his excessive use of exclamation marks and the (literally) unbelievable action sequences, his books have been fun to read.
Hmmm... Matthew Reilly lives in Sydney---maybe Pixy knows him and can straighten him out....
Somebody stole Gregory Peck's star from the Hollywood Walk of Fame. When is society going to start teaching that stealing is wrong?
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I hope work goes better than this...it's 50¢ Day....
UPDATE: It was, of course, operator error at the testblog--apparently you have to have a post title and catagory selected or it won't post. I'm learning!
I am really getting disheartened in humankind. Last night while I was upstairs turning on theater lights and turning off projectors, one of the customers stole one of our straw dispensers.
What is wrong with people?
Well, I'm still obsessing with this Neopets puzzle. I've been doodling numbers and shapes at work. Sigh. There's nowhere on the site that I can enter ten digits (except Keno, but it doesn't accept zeros), and if the numbers are coordinates, I have no clue where to find the map they reference.
So I'm playing Neopets and there's a "plot" that we have to solve. However, some of the clues are either really obscure or just red herrings. Anyway, no one has been able to figure out these "clues":
Wow! The repository was buried under 104,034 handfuls of sand!
The scroll repository has had 4,330 blocks removed!
Any of my readers notice anything particularly useful about those numbers?
I was seething with rage at the way the media is tossing blame for the disaster that is New Orleans at FEMA and the Federal Government, and I was ready to burn up my keyboard in outrage. But I see that much of the sensible blogosphere has already stepped up and done that for me.
I suppose my problem is I was under the impression that the U.S. is a republic, a collection of sovereign states that are responsible for their own citizens' safety, and the feds, representing the other states, are only supposed to help out when asked.
Silly me. According to Ted Koppell, the feds are supposed to
... anticipate every potential disaster, including the most recently shored-up, renovated, and reinforced section of the NO levees breaking
... forcibly remove citizens from their homes prior to a hurricane
... have preternatural knowledge of the number of a city's citizens without cars so that the National Guard and its trucks can be sent to do the forcible removal
... over-rule a state's governor and a city's mayor disaster preparedness plans
... psychically divine that there are thousands of evacuees in a secondary location that no one ever mentioned until four days after the disaster
... prevent looting using magical federal powers that don't require shooting the looters
Of course, imagine the screeching from the left if the US Army had gone in and forced New Orleans citizens from their homes before the storm... as a matter of fact, isn't that one of the things the Constitution was written to prevent? The army dragging people away from their dinner tables and trucking them off to a camp?
I plan to blame FEMA if I develop toenail fungus.
What do my readers plan to blame them for?
I've been waking up every hour or so, so I decided to heck with it and got up (even though I have to work until midnight tonight and won't have time for a nap before I go in because it's one of my sisters' birthday and there's a party/lunch today). Why is it some nights I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow and am out until my alarm goes off, and others are like last night? I can't even blame caffeine for my restlessness, since I stuck to lemonade after noon.
I suppose I could blame the crappy day I had yesterday: we ran out of 3D glasses for Sharkboy and Lavagirl, the bulb in projector 2 spontaneously blacked out in the middle of a movie and was extremely reluctant to be re-ignited, one of my closers no call/no showed (meaning she was so fired, and that I had to redo the week's schedule to cover her shifts) and somehow, in the middle of the 7 o'clock rush, somebody broke our main entrance door.
It was really weird. I came downstairs from starting the 7:15 show, and there was a brief lull in the lobby while the customers regrouped for the 7:30 assault. This meant I could see past the sea of bodies to notice that the main door (there are four glass-paneled doors, two for entering and two for exiting, but only the main door locks and unlocks with a key) was not closed all the way. Because it was hot and steamy outside, and air-conditioning cool inside, I headed over to pull it shut, not thinking about the fact that it operates on hydraulics and that it's impossible for one of our doors to stand ajar.
It wouldn't close. I figured there was something caught in it. I pushed it all the way open to check, and then tried to close it again when I found nothing. There was a horrible screeching of metal scraping metal, worse than fingernails on a blackboard, and it stopped about four inches from the jamb. This was not good. It was as if the door had swollen and become too big for the frame. Only it's a metal door and frame, not wood. Somehow, during the stampede of patrons trying to get into the lobby and out of the sudden thunderstorm that had hit us and blown by, the door had been warped in some way. How do you warp a metal and glass door?
I called our handyman and told him it was an emergency and the dear man made it over in record time. As I left the theater in the hands of my capable assistant, he had the top of the frame unscrewed and was fiddling with the hydraulic closer. He must have fixed it, or I would've gotten a phone call.
I need a vacation.
I know from my experience in retail that many people are not courteous. I don't know why I'm surprised that some bloggers aren't courteous, either.
Because I am the Châtelaine for the Alliance's blog, I became the Membership Mistress by default (being the only one who could create and modify blogrolls). I really don't have a problem with that. What irks me, though, is the number of bloggers who decide they are tired of playing and don't bother notifying me when they take down the logo and fake quote. I'm guessing maybe one out of forty has the courtesy to submit a resignation. A few of the bloggers I recently purged joined only weeks ago!
Why would you go to all the trouble to add our logo and fake quote to your template, and email me for membership, only to turn around and yank them a short time later? I don't get it.
Work has sucked lately. Now that I think about it, though, it's not so much that there have been more problems than usual; rather, it's that I'm not viewing them as a challenge anymore. Now everything that goes wrong is an irritant that exasperates me. It's already very frustrating being the red-headed step-child of the company, so when my best clerk no call/no shows and I have to fire him, and we have to operate short-handed because it's going to take three people to replace him, I just want to chuck it all because all the little problems (the cleaners leaving an outside door ajar, another leak in the ceiling, the Pepsi order not being delivered, etc.) have used up my patience.
The funny thing is, despite all the inconvenience and extra work of losing my number one employee, I sympathize completely with the fact that he just couldn't face one more day of dealing with stupid people--like the ones who say "Give me a Large" and when he asks if they meant a large popcorn or a large drink, they act like he's the idiot. We don't pay these kids enough for what they have to suffer at the mercy of customers.
Come to think of it, I don't get paid enough, either....
Via the Great and Powerful Pixy Misa:
I'm disappointed, but not surprised; some aspects of my life are definitely not suitable for children--like my job. Although an 8-year-old could probably do it successfully, it would doubtless warp their view of humankind beyond redemption. In fact, an impressionable youth might even turn to drugs, alcohol, or serial killing as a coping mechanism....
I'm an adult, and I've succumbed to two out of three...Thank God I don't drink!
Ok, I don't do drugs, either. And I would be a serial killer, except for the killing part is probably pretty messy and I heard somewhere it's illegal in 47 states and Canada.
I guess that's why my life is rated PG.
Different people find different things frightening. Just as one person might yelp at the sight of a spider but the next pick it up and make it a pet, everyone has their own reactions to different stimuli. People whose fears tend to be irrational or debilitating enough to seek professional help in overcoming them are often treated by the process of desensitization. Over time, repeated exposure to the source of the fear can result in "normal" reactions to flying, dogs, snakes, whatever.
Fear is a learned response. Just as a two year old is not afraid to run out into a busy street, or grab a hot pot on the stove, humans need to learn, either from personal experience or education, what actions and situations pose an actual danger to them. Some people come to enjoy the rush of adrenaline that fear produces. Others become so overcome by their fear that they go to great lengths to avoid the frightening object or situation.
By-and-large, a pre-schooler does not differentiate between reality and make-believe. When I see a scene in Amityville Horror where the babysitter is trapped in a closet with a very pale, scary-looking little girl who grabs the baby-sitter's hand and forces her finger into the gaping hole in the little girl's forehead, I know that there won't be any dead children in my closet when I get home from the movie. How does a three-year old know that? Maybe that scene won't bother the child. Maybe instead she will think that if those children's daddy can try to kill their mommy with an ax, hers might too. Maybe she'll develop a fear of doors and windows locking themselves so she can't get out. Or maybe all of those will haunt that child for a long time to come, developing into phobias about closets, bearded men and locked windows that could affect her long into adulthood.
For parents to take a small child to an "R" rated horror film without any thought to the effect such a film might have on their child's emotional well-being is selfish, irresponsible, and bad parenting. But what really pisses me off is that I can't tell these morons what I think of them--for fear I will lose my job.
What is wrong with people? I expect that the mom whose four-year old died on the Disney ride will be suing Disney for her own lack of judgment. Don't parents have any sense? Just because your child is tall enough to go on a ride does not mean they are emotionally ready to have the stuffing scared out of them!
Parents have been bringing their toddlers to see Amityville Horror. Do they want their three-year-old to have nightmares? Do they want their six year old to be psychologically scarred for life? Will they be shocked when their child needs years of therapy because they are too young now to differentiate between make-believe and reality? Are they expecting their child to grow up to be a serial killer anyway?
I. don't. get. it.
I've been dealing with some hotlinking issues again. This time some sleeze on a music forum was using my Aunt Marie's photo as his picture--with a disgusting name attached. I changed the picture to something else, but I may have to go back to using hotlink protection again, because I then found my South Park picture on a German language forum. That one I left, but I did email the offender. Ordinarily turning on hotlink protection in the CP Panel would be no big deal--only there are gazillions of Alliance members using the Alliance logos I have in my image files and I have to add each URL manually to the "ok" list. I actually did that once already, but a blip in the server or something erased them all a few months back and I loathe the thought of having to do it all over again. I suppose the bandwidth that's being stolen is really negible compared to what the members of the Alliance are using, but it's the principle of the thing--plus the mis-using of my Aunt's photo. That ticks me off big-time!
There's a reason I try not to read the news. It just makes me angry. I don't have the links to these, so forgive me, but recently I stumbled across two different news stories about rapes. In both cases, the accused rapist claimed consent. In case one, the accused was believed and the case was dismissed. In case two, the accuser was believed and the accused was convicted.
What made me so angry about this? In both cases, the person whose version of events was believed was the man. In case one, the man claimed consensual sex and the case was dismissed. In case two, the man claimed he was raped, and the woman was convicted.
Granted these were online news stories, so there was little detail and less nuance. But the impression I got was that both these cases were based on witness testimony alone, and the witness who was believed in both instances was the one with the Y chromosome.
I guess I must be blogging about this too soon, because I'm having a hard time organizing my thoughts. Maybe I'll come back to it when I've had more coffee, or gained more aesthetic distance. Or maybe I'll just shrug and say "It's a man's world" and forget about it.
Nope. Still angry. Blogging is not as cathartic as I'd hoped....
It was very quiet at work last night--no phone calls and hardly any customers. The head office neglected to pay our telephone bill, you see, so the few customers we did have were the hardy souls who got in their cars to see if we'd gone out of business because the information line was no longer in service. They're blaming the Office Manager who quit, of course. It would never do to blame the person who made her quit, now would it?
Why do I keep taking jobs with autocratic regimes? Is it a character flaw?
Following a trail of links which I may or may not reconstruct* I found this comment by an apologist for Islamofascim:
I think if people will read their history books... Christians were famous for conquering other lands and forcing the natural citizens to adhere to Christianity, whereas Islam did not do that.
I was going to point out to this individual that followers of Islam did indeed conquer other nations and convert the populace at sword-point, and if people would just watch movies, like El Cid, they would know that.**
But then I realized that someone who says things like "Pardon me, dickhead ... but I am a Centrist" and "...you have a bunch of ignorant, racist, intolerant, homophobic, warmongering, bigots over there who are proud to be Republican. :P" and "One day, maybe you people will quit being such shitheads" and "And, the last time I checked ... Bush is not Muslim yet he fits the definition of a terrorist" would not be interested in learning that their education had failed them in the area of historical accuracy.
However, I believe that the person in question has proved once and for all the veracity of my belief that the biggest flaw in liberals is their tendency to believe that they are moderates....
**I was going to explain this for the humor-impaired, but to heck with 'em!
My car won't start and my bank account is over-drawn. The latter is due to my inability to remember what day it is, and forgetting a regularly scheduled automatic payment (multiplied by the domino effect of unanticipated overdraft charges). The reason for the former is a mystery, since both my battery and alternator are new(ish). I suspect aliens have been using my Tracer to power their mind-mushing devices, which is why I forgot the automatic debit.
I need mass quantities of chocolate and somebody to jump me.
Help starting my car would be nice, too...
Last year we closed after the first set of matinees on Christmas Eve, and opened on Christmas for the 7pm shows. This year, we will be showing everything through the 7:30 show (which means if anyone shows up for any of the three movies in the 7 set, I'm stuck there 'til 9pm) today, and opening tomorrow in time for the 2:45 matinee. I think I will just start calling the owner Ebeneezer and be done with it.
Of course, if my car won't start when I get done tonight, I may be waiting for Santa in the projection booth....
My brother PK emails:
Today I called our computer helpdesk because nobody in my dept could get our electronic timecard program to open.
An "intern" later appeared at my cube. He poked around my computer for a while before informing me that he could not fix it, as "There must be something wrong with the program."
I just slogged through my weekly chore of adding conscripts to the Alliance blogroll. What makes it a chore is how many applicants don't follow the easy-to-follow instructions. Then I have to email them to get with the program and to email me back when they have. *Sigh.*
Anyway, I had a bad day yesterday, even though it was my day off. I was supposed to meet the projector repairman (don't ask) at 1pm to let him in the theater--only it was 1:15 when a friend's phone call woke me. I'd slept for like 10 hours straight. I'm not saying I didn't need it, just that I had to fly out of the door unshowered in yesterday's clothes and drive to work on autopilot because I'd had no coffee. I hadn't set my alarm because I always wake up before noon. Guess I've learned my lesson....
Because I got such a late start, my whole day ran behind and I never did get to blog. I even skipped school! Bad Susie!
I'd planned on rooting through the attic for the Christmas lights and decorations, but never got that far. Of course, today is the first day it hasn't rained in about two weeks, so it would be a good one for playing with electricity and metal gutters, but the lights are not only unchecked, they are still attic-bound. Maybe I'll just stick a wreath on the front door this year and be done with it (Bah! Humbug!)...
I tried to watch the tape of the third debate, but Kerry's repetition of the same distortions made me too ill to make it to the finish. He really has no clue, does he? He thinks that raising the minimum wage will create more buying power! Helllloooo???! If your payroll costs increase, you have to increase your prices or cut your payroll--especially if you're one of the small businesses that he's planning on socking with a tax increase! How difficult is that to figure out? And then we have the ripple effect: my Assistant Manager makes $7 an hour--the rate Kerry sees as the proper minimum wage--so her wages would have to be increased to maintain the differential, and that would bring her earnings to within spitting distance of my salary as Manager...
I see what's going on here--Kerry wants everyone to earn the same amount, except for the animals that are more equal than others (politicians, Hollywood types and ketchup heiresses). Just because my job is more difficult, stressful, complicated and involved than the kids who serve popcorn and soda is no reason for me to make more money than they do, now is it?
I hate liberals! Their communist utopia collapsed, and so they're trying to create one here. God help us if Kerry is elected.
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I'm kind of suffering from outrage overload; between the AP lies, the massacre in Beslan, Kerry's whining, and this silliness (did the Washington Post "fact-check" Kerry's convention speech? Inquiring minds want to know!) I'm hard pressed to speak (or type) without sputtering. The only headline news that's not raising my blood pressure is the Hurricane Frances story--and that's because poor Frances hasn't been subjected to Democratic "spin"--yet. I'm sure once she hits, the Dems will find out that she was funded by a Republican 527 group as part of a secret Karl Rove plan to disenfranchise Florida voters...
Kind of puts the fact I lost a platter and had to play musical movies in my three theaters on Labor Day Weekend--because it'll be Tuesday before I can get a repairman out--in perspective...or it will until the customers' complaints that the movie they came to see is sold out (because I had to move it to the smallest theater) make me bitch-slap one of 'em in front of her eight squalling children...
Grumpy? Me? What makes you say that?
I accidentally saw some of John's McCain's interview on David Letterman last night. I was pleasantly surprised that the audience applauded McCain's remarks lauding President Bush. I was very disturbed that McCain let slip past without correction Letterman's assertion that the President is orchestrating the Swift Boat Vets "smear campaign." It irks me when distortions of the truth such as that go unchallenged. This is why I don't watch television anymore. Plus, they cancelled "Police Squad!"
Somebody else wrote about this recently, and in my aged condition I don't remember who it was (so if you did, please let me know in the comments), but I am exhausted with ill-educated web-surfers who either never learned the basics of grammar and punctuation, or are still in sixth grade and have been daydreaming in English class. Perhaps not coincidently, these intellectually-challenged individuals seem to flock to my posts about The Fat One, and are under the mistaken impression that their irrational and poorly constructed expressions of hatred for President Bush are of interest to anyone other than themselves.
My blog is not the Democratic Underground, folks, so unless you have something pithy, witty, or constructive to bring to the discussion, piss off!
Maybe it's the lingering effects of the full moon (did I mention it was actually orange-colored the other day? I seem to recall there is some arcane significance to that--more werewolves? good fishing weather?--but can't remember precisely) but I seem to be stuck in a weird place: royally pissed-off and relieved at the same time. You see, the pathetic excuse for human refuse calling itself profdan has refused to grant me an Incomplete:
Sorry,I can't do imcompletes once the class is finished.You should have
contaced me earlier if this was a problem, although typically changes in
work schedule is not allowed for a online class incomplete. It has be
something related to a health issue, accident, etc.
So I will just grade you on what you have done.
All typos and punctuation errors are his, by the way. I copied and pasted the text of his email.
I am very angry. I knew that this class was going to be a complete waste of my time and my money, but I at least had the hope of salvaging a few credit hours for my $1,705.00 plus text books. But without a final paper--worth 50% of my grade--the best I can probably hope for is a "D", and even a "C" would mean I have to take another class to replace this one.
I am also, paradoxically, relieved that I don't have to struggle over 14 pages of bullshit, even though my GPA is now screwed.
The $1,705 I paid for your class is 7.3% of my annual salary before taxes. No one is reimbursing me for this, and by the time the loan interest and the $130 for the worst text ever written (which, by the way, it might behoove you to actually read, since the class "lecture" notes you posted all semester were a chapter behind) are added into that, the amount will probably be closer to 10%. Your refusal to allow me an Incomplete constitutes an example of some of the worst customer service I have ever received. By the time I realized that your class was completely pointless and a waste of my time and money, it was too late to withdraw and still get a refund (I know--I checked with the Registrar), so I stuck it out and churned out BS "case studies" for the credit hours. You have now denied me even those. We have "Lemon Laws" here in Indiana, and if you were a car salesman, you would be under investigation by the State Attorney General right now.
So, should I email that to him, or not?
UPDATE: I haven't sent that email (or any other). I think I'll take the good advice offered in the comments and work my way up the chain of command. So far, stunned silence has been my official response to profdan's email, as I did manage to avoid writing to him in the full glory of my anger. Actually, the reply above is about the fourth draft--the others sounded quite a lot like the Emperor, or Mudfish Billie in Harvey's comments....